Baby books

I was one of those pregnant moms who couldn’t wait to start the baby book and add all this great information chronically my child’s life. I think we all were… for a small moment anyway.

And then reality took hold. When you’re changing diapers at all hours and feeding non-stop, any free time was for napping, not chronically this new life.

So when babies 2 and 3 came along, I barely even bothered to do anything with their books. I wanted to, really I did. In absence of baby books, I started blogging. It was easier to steal a few moments here and there and jot a quick post down. And it’s worked well for awhile. But as they grow, the kids require more. More homework help, more driving to and from, just more. And the blogging trails off.

Austin asked me about his baby book the other day. He wants to see all the “great stuff” (his words, not mine) that I have added to it over the past 10.5 years. I had to break it to him that I didn’t have much, but the blog was here.

And then he hit me with… “but you will have to keep doing that. Isn’t a baby book supposed to cover everything about me, my WHOLE life, until I am a Grandpa?”

Say what? If Austin thinks I will blog his ENTIRE life, he has another think coming!

I was *crushed* when I found out that my Mom didn’t keep up with my Baby Book. Absolutely crushed!! We had Grade School books and I pulled my out and organized it — photos, information, report cards. Figured if Mom wasn’t going to document my life I might as well >:-[

My Mom does have random unlabeled envelopes containing baby teeth. She doesn’t know if the tooth is mine or my brothers … she saved a lock of my brother’s hair.